For my Live

Part 1: Tortuga Commodore Norrington’s heart hammered against his ribs as he pressed his back against the door he’d just closed behind him. The room was dark, lit only by a single guttering candle, and it smelled of rum and salt and something indefinably pirate. He’d sought refuge in the first unlocked room he could … Read more

The door of the rented room in Tortuga closed with a soft, traitorous click behind Commodore James Norrington. For a heartbeat he stood motionless, back pressed to the wood, chest tight beneath his immaculate coat. The sounds of Tortuga bled through the thin walls—laughter, shouting, the scrape of boots and the promise of violence. He … Read more